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like…. Oh, Jesus Christ . Tight vadge was the biggest understatement ever uttered. He felt like his dick had just been shoved into a wet, warm blood pressure cuff.
    “It’s a corker, isn’t it?” Pändra planted her hands on the mattress above his shoulders and started to move up and down on top of him, the powerful muscles in her legs flexing against his sides, her long, soft hair brushing his face and chest.
    Oxygen scrambled in Thomal’s lungs. He twisted his wrists so that he could grab his bindings and hold on for all he was worth. Pändra moved faster and faster. Each time she sat down, she rammed him deep inside her, the walls of her sex clamping around his dick in a relentless grip. Sweat flooded his eyes, blinding him. He blinked hard, forcing himself to focus. Come on, Costache, you can get through this .
    Mürk laughed, that low, coarse, sick sound.
    Arc was silent as death itself.
    Thomal sucked ragged breaths between the grate of his teeth. His cells felt like tennis shoes in a clothes dryer, tumble, tumble, clunk, clunk as they moved into The Change. He was already half-bonded to Pändra from that bite, and every natural Vârcolac instinct in him was pushing him toward completing the bond. The scent of Pändra’s sex swamping his senses didn’t help with the whole don’t-climax restriction. The strong urge to do exactly that tingled through his balls and into the root of his shaft. Somehow he managed to grit it back, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to last much longer. He needed to pull a fake orgasm on her, groan and buck up his hips, but… As close as he actually was, pretending would probably push him into the real deal.
    Mürk made an interruptive noise. “This vamp isn’t mindin’ anymore, Pändra.”
    Pändra stopped pumping her hips and drove her fist into the side of Thomal’s head.
    Pain splintered through his cheek, the corner of his eye splitting open and releasing a torrent of blood down his cheek. Cursing savagely, he shook the stars out of his vision, then jerked his head over to his brother. “Would you get your act together?” he seethed.
    Arc’s expression was ravaged.
    Don’t like that you’re being forced to watch ? Well, screw you ! Arc wasn’t the one staked out like a sacrifice to the Demon Goddess of Sex Torture. “I’m trying to concentrate here,” Thomal hissed.
    “Is that so?” Pändra stuck a finger under Thomal’s chin and forced his head back toward her. “Concentrate on what? You aiming to keep yourself from chucking your muck?”
    Tension pulsed in his head. His lungs suddenly felt blocked; he struggled for air.
    “Uh, oh. Pändra doesn’t like to be defied.” She tsked , as if he should’ve known better. Snatching up a pillow, she jammed it under his head to prop him up, preventing him from anymore ceiling stare-downs. “It’s your turn to watch.” She spun around and straddled him on her hands and knees, facing the opposite direction, her slick sex and her perfect ass now pointed at his face.
    A tightness pulled at Thomal’s spine.
    Pändra twisted her head to look at him. “You keep an eye on your donger going in and out of my vadge, you hear? If you stop, Mürk’ll rat on you, and then I’ll sock your brother’s head into the next room. Right-o?”
    He swallowed, or tried to; his mouth was suddenly as dry as if he hadn’t fed in a week instead of only a few minutes ago. No way he could make it through that.
    Pändra gave a mild lift of her eyebrows. “Or maybe I should lace into your brother now.”
    “No. I’ll do what you say. I’ll watch.” Watch, watch, watch …just the word tugged his balls into his body.
    “Brilliant.” She faced forward and reached between her legs for his cock, propping it upright, her red fingernails groping toward the head as she positioned his length at the entrance to her body.
    Panic crawled up his spine as those tight pink lips of hers gulped up the head of his dick, then suctioned around the